I am a small poem

on a page with room

for another.

share with me

this white field,

wide as an acre

of snow,clear

but for these tiny

markings like the

steps of birds.

Come. Now.

This is the through

of the wave, the

seconds after

lightening, thin

slice of silence

as music ends,

the freeze before

the melting. Hurry.

Lie down beside me.

make angels. make devils.

Make who you are.

( from the movie `Words and Pictures` by  Fred Schepisi )